It's a bleak summary of her current life. She can tell herself it was inevitable, and no fault of her own, but it's gotten hard to tell herself it doesn't matter.

She deflects it. "You're here, and there are people outside these walls. Inside them, too."

It doesn't make those people friends, a word she gave up except in bitter sarcasm. It makes them the same as always: hangers-on seeking favor, wanting something.